Dollar portion
Drinking rum at the station with the rail workers
Making fun of the warm summer weather and ready cotton
On the other side, not a hint of anything to smile over
Mighty America ready to blossom on the back of the colored
Columbus takes the credit, the discovery was worth all he imagined for him
The Red Indian with the feather to the back of his year
Might recall with burning itch the scourge of the dollar portion
The plantation full this season with peasant workers and African slaves
When the work is done and mighty America rises to dominate
Will the architect of this greatness find their dollar portion
Segregation from the table of the feast, indignation of the statue and history
When the conversation is heard, Karma will roll back
After the waking from the sleep, the hue man from the ancient will reclaim
Get back what rightfully belongs to them with unrelenting vengeance
With the crumbling of the mighty Benjamin, the dollar portion will roll back to the builder
Reparations the discourse and the restoration of the natural order of the universe will ensue
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